Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Comments about Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  • Rookie Andy Alfred (8/2/2015 2:32:00 PM)

    indeed a great piece. I enjoy reading it (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie michael kassah (7/25/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    This is a very nice piece connecting our lively decisions (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Michael Furey (7/20/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    I don't understand why so many people wish to deconstruct a poem, looking for deeper meaning than maybe the poet intended. An Irish poetaster, who I won't name, wrote a short piece about the teaching profession telling students to take a favourite poem and take it to pieces. You know the sort of thing: 'What is the poet trying to say when he writes 'xxxx yyy? Why not just take a poem for what its worth to yourself? I might find something different from anyone else in any poem. And does it matter in the long run? My mother used to say, 'It doesn't matter what you put into a song, it's what it brings out from you that's more important. (Report) Reply

    Freshman - 789 Points Stephen W (7/22/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Eh... Frost's poems are really deep. That having been said, some people do try to interpret them in a fanciful way, when I think that the literal interpretation is generally true, but not the only meaning.

  • Rookie - 226 Points Rl Glassman (7/17/2015 3:02:00 PM)

    Lovely. The last lines are my favourite: ') (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 209 Points Vishal Wadhwa (7/5/2015 9:20:00 AM)

    Another great poem by Robert Frost, I love the fact that his poems are always very simple in expression but have a very deep connection to life and the decisions we make. You can always visualize his poems in your imagination which make them more interactive and interesting. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,089 Points Abdalla Juma Shenga (6/26/2015 9:39:00 AM)

    A very nice poem from Frost (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 76 Points Zainab Rasool (6/22/2015 1:15:00 PM)

    really nice well done :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sylvia Simon (6/7/2015 1:42:00 PM)

    I was first introduced to this particular magnificent Robert Frost poem when I was in the 8th grade...over 20+ years ago...and it has always been my favorite! As someone else stated earlier, those last four lines are the hub of this poem for me. Those last lines are the ones that have made a lasting and unforgettable impact on me!! They are the reason I shall never forget and have not forgotten this poem!! Love it...a great read!! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Harold Pohl (6/3/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    What is the lure of the dark, deep woods that tempts him to remain here when his sense of duty tells him to move on? Is it simply the beauty of the snow falling on the woods that tempts him? Or is it something maybe a little sinister? Does he want to get down from his carriage and enter the woods? These thoughts are maybe prompted by his sneaky admission in the opening lines where he points out that the owner lives in town and won't see him stopping at his woods. Why would that bother him unless he is thinking of trespassing in some way? (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 71 Points Paul Francis (7/26/2015 2:23:00 PM)

    I think that the owner living in the village signifies our collective disconnection from the wild. The woods being owned and not common land is also interesting, does Frost feel he is being denied entry to his birthright? Maybe. I agree that there is an underlying feeling of trespass. But I feel that the owner not seeing Frost watch the woods fill up with snow reiterates that the woods should be open those who love them.

    The reaction of the horse further reiterates our disconnection, we have domesticated wild animals as well as ourselves.

    I think the poem is partly about a moment of seduction by the wilderness. The allure of solitude and uncertainty.

  • Gold Star - 5,569 Points Frank Davis, Sr. (5/29/2015 10:05:00 AM)

    A glorious bit of work!
    Much beloved! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,030 Points Ovi-enita Odiete (5/24/2015 8:34:00 AM)

    this is a unique poem on its own. very beautiful and I think I can relate it well to children. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,760 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/23/2015 5:35:00 PM)

    Priority and perseverence are powerfully expressed here! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Emily Copes (5/21/2015 2:05:00 PM)

    He is soooo just talking about Father Christmas. (Report) Reply

    Freshman - 789 Points Stephen W (7/4/2015 3:40:00 PM)

    Absolutely. Makes me think of Jingle Bells.

  • Rookie - 12 Points Allan Robertson (5/17/2015 9:39:00 PM)

    I think this poem is about...contentment! Or, more accurately, choosing contentment.
    He has paused between what I believe must be Christmas-time visits ('darkest evening of the year') to take in the serenity of the winter night. Others might see the solo winter night journey and the woods as menacing and dangerous, but he is unafraid. He trusts his little horse and sleigh will deliver him safely to his next stop.
    Yes, he has obligations to fulfill before he can rest, but I feel he knows they are happy ones.
    (Having been alone in the woods in winter, at night, I can vouch for the peacefulness that can flood over you. If you have made all necessary preparations to be warm and safe, of course! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/17/2015 6:28:00 AM)

    Frost's poem will always show options, decisions, and the reader will be left to ponder. Always a delight reading a FROST. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 22 Points Michael Ryland (4/20/2015 4:18:00 PM)

    I have often thought this poem deals with death. The poet stops and takes in the peaceful beauty and serenity of the snowy woods. He considers his options as the horse arouses him from his reverie. As is so often the case in Frost's poetry, a decision must be made. His choice here is to return to his life of promises, obligations that must be fulfilled before he can sleep.

    This is a personal interpretation. That is the true beauty of great poetry, though. One can experience many things that are his alone. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 63 Points Anthony Devers (6/15/2015 2:36:00 AM)

    Exactly my interpretation. If he enters the frozen woods in the darkest night of the year, he probably won't come out alive. The house in the village is a church, and the woods belong to god.

  • Rookie - 429 Points Ravi A (4/19/2015 9:31:00 AM)

    The last four lines really tell the poem. These are meant for anybody and everybody. Yes, we have promises in our life and so many miles to cross before our final rest in life. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 429 Points Ravi A (4/19/2015 9:28:00 AM)

    The last four lines are the real hub of the poem. These lines are meant for anybody and everybody. Yes, we have promises in our life and miles and miles to go in our life before our final rest. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 97 Points Ducky Duck (3/5/2015 10:57:00 AM)

    I have read this numerous times and heard many people perform this piece.
    Really love it.: D (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 97 Points Ducky Duck (3/5/2015 10:57:00 AM)

    I have read this numerous times and heard many people perform this piece.
    Really love it.: D (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, August 18, 2014


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